Snoots

To know her is to love her.
To love her is to die.
To die for her is pleasure.
No pleasure makes me cry.

indeed i think you
all the time
blessed are we
and hills we climb

thank you, now
for all you are
for making “we”
here, there, afar

my life, my light, my strife tonight
you made it go away!
were i to think, to stop, to blink
you’d miss my plea to stay

such wonder caused by you, my dear
so invigorating have you been
were i to wait, to talk, to see
’tis that! ‘twould be a sin…

Until today, I’ve felt complete with you.
Until today, I’ve never needed more.
Until today, my hearts been out of control.
Until today, my life’s been better.
Until today, we’ve been good enough.
Until today, I imagined you were everything I could ever want.
Until today, I was sure you were perfect.
Until today, I thought we had it made.
Until today, I was sure that nothing could be better.
Until today, I was right.

Until today, nothing has been better.
Until today, nothing has been more made.
Until today, nothing has been more perfect.
Until today, I’ve never wanted something more.
Until today, nothing could have been better - not us, not life.

Until today, yesterday was today.

I long for you in peaceful days.
Upon reflection, I love your smiling ways,
Thoughts of you fill rushed moments,
your lap, of which I long, my head, against.

I am overtaken.

Last night’s soul is dead.
When it happened? Questionable.
Death comes to every evening, surely.
Life ends for each night, upon bed or upon light.

Prematurely, death came to last night’s soul,
without clear warning, or confirmation of such.
Questioned, longed for, turned and tossed,
upon morning, last night’s soul was lost.

So, for today, a new night shall begin.
Sadness aside, her fresh voice settles in.
How sweet it is! How grand it does feel!
Still, last night’s soul causes grief and reel.

If only these arms stretched one thousand miles,
I could reach you.

If only these eyes could glance through time,
I could see you.

If only this world stopped every few days,
I could be with you as often.

If only these words could half-describe feelings,
anyone would understand.

If only my hands could touch your face now,
I would feel safe.

If only my tears could drop to your floor,
so would I.

If only a hug makes it all go away,
why do we not?

If only today, God said okay…

If only…

Tranquility In the Morning
Look how things yellow perfectly in the sun’s morning light.
My, how they glow uncontrollably!
Feelings of warmth penetrate me like water on a napkin.
Ahhhh, such magical bliss…
She is my sun.

Listen to the music I hear.
Isn’t it versatile and original?
It makes me want to sing and dance (save that I’m no dancer).
Ahhhh, such fascination - transportation…
She is my music.

Smell the fragrance of fresh dew-covered flowers in the cool morning.
Is there anything more tranquil?
My eyes water at the thought of it.
Ahhhh, so invigorating.
She is my bouquet.

Taste that delectable pie on my plate.
Never, has my palette been so pleased.
I want to share this with the world!
Mmmm, perfection, indeed.
She is my apple pie.

Feel this luxurious fabric on my skin - silk, velor, cashmere.
This feeling is pamperish.
I look forward to dressing in such fine threads.
Oh, what pleasures these are.
She is my wardrobe.

sitting on the river’s edge
waters rolling in
thoughts are running through my head
as beer runs down my chin

she is my new way of life
love is stuck to me
i can’t stop thinkin’ ’bout this girl
wonderin’ who the hell is she?